The Monsters under my Bed

I tread softly..

Creaking floorboards send a shiver down my spine.

I reason with myself,

The fears unbeknownst are mine.

No ghosts, no demons exist, I tell myself,

They are all figments of my addled mind;

If I light a candle on this very fine night,

Shadows of objects are all I’m likely to find.

But the misgivings persist,

And imagined whispers in the dark won’t let me be;

I’m shuddering in the darkness,

My resolve to be brave ever threatening to flee.

Why won’t my mind be at peace?

Why won’t these thoughts go away?

Why won’t my wrist flick itself?

Fears will surely perish….I could fight, I could slay.

But the shivers continue,

Brought on by fears unknown,

And my silly head refuses to acknowledge,

That the monsters underneath my bed are my own…